Workmen's advocate., 1887-03-05
FOU ND w ANTlNG.
"NO STRIkES-NO BOYCOTTS
 NO POLITICS."
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Is it not about 4ime that we re- moved the scales from our eyes, and looked with vision unobscured upon the little great man who has posed before America, aye, we might say the world, as the yeritable Moses of the labor movement: He, who has been recognized as the Grand Mogul of Organized Labor-the modern Tamerlane, who was to bring dire confusion to the ruthless de- spoilers of the "hewers of wood and drawers of water'-the great-the incomparable-the unapproachabIr straddler.
 Let us scan for moment the heroic achievements of thls Chef Captain of the great army of tollors.
 Early in 1886 there was a revolt of the employees on the Gould system of railroads against tyrrany, such as that prince of despollers, whose name makes sheol itself shuddcr, could alone perpetrate.
 We say there was a revolt. It was most suspicious time. All along the line the workingmen, masslng m column, determined to give un- hinchlng battle to the common foe. The battle-cry resounded from a myriad of hroats-wlth that God given intuition, which aerer errs, the masses realized that the "Sonth- western strike must be fought to the death.' Money flowed into the general coffers in untold thousands, men were ready to mortgage their lives, their honor, yes. their hope of heaven, if but the battle could go on, and his satanic eminence ot the southwestern system made to groyel in the dust. What then?
 Why, in the very heat and ardor of the fray, when victory, star eyed' and broad chested, was about to perch upon our banners, there came the ominous croak of the bel dame from Scranton, sounding re- treat, known in accursed memory as the famous secret Q circular against strikes and boycott. The capltaIstlc minions of the press shrleked them selves hoarse with braves for their new-found ally. And, for won der @, the great strike collapsed. But what became of all the money that poured in like a mountain tor rent in support of the great battle : We know not. Ask Y. Y. Powderly, God, or the General Executive Board; they alone can true answer make. But when, in consequence of the cowardly and ill-advlsed order calling 8 halt, Martin Irons and the grand army of tollers under his command were being trampled in the very muck and mlre Of Gould's despotsm, there came Il feeling upon the organized host Of workers that there was treachery Tn the camp. His eminence Of the Ex- ecutive Board sensed the danger that threa atened him-even as the beastly buzzard scents the loathsome car rion-so he hastened (well knowing the uselessness therefore) to fulml- nate his imbecile tirade against the victorious Gould, wherein, with braggart boast, he threatened lmme- diate and irretrieyable ruin by means of the judiciary to the great railroad baron. Tine rank and file again took heart, saying, Now surely the vic tory will be ours." Again they poured their hard-earned pence into the general purse. Again the leaden horizon of their hopes bright ened into roseate hues.
 The watchword was patience, for soon will the demon of unrighteous- ness be strangled in the meshes ot the law. But alas, there is need of patience yet, for not one suit against | 4l.t- ln+a ,,+